I laughed out loud, allowing her the curse word. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Come on. Let’s go home, princess.”
I needed a break from the sexual lust that assaulted me with Muffin. So that night we indulged in another tradition we already had.
We pvped together. Muffin sat across the room from me at a desktop in our gaming room while I sat at a table with a laptop. She was snarling. “Goddammit, I hate mages. Frost bullshit…” She’d nearly died but gotten off her healing and came back with a vengeance. The result was both of us alive and a dead mage. I couldn’t stop from laughing. The 2s game ended easily after that.
She had a competitive streak a mile wide and I couldn’t blame her for it. I used to have one too until I tempered out with my age. She would do the same eventually, I imagined.
At the moment, she hopped up and down in excitement with our victory, squealing, and then curled up on the floor in front of me. “We should get a guild tattoo.”
I rolled my eyes. “No, we shouldn’t.”
“Oh come on daddy! You already have Tasmanian devil. What would one more be?”
I grinned. I did have Taz on my right calf. A zombie Taz, no less. I’d gotten the idea while drunk one night at a Slayer concert and ran with it. I didn’t regret it in the slightest.
“I do. We’ll talk about letting you get a tattoo.”
She grinned. “I want one to match you, daddy.”
“You know how to pull my heart strings, love. Alright, but not a guild tattoo. Let me think of some ideas for counter offers and I’ll ask you what you think.”
“Deal!” She laughed and hugged my legs. The truth was my relationship with Maddie probably wouldn’t have worked if she wasn’t such a wonderful child. She was perfectly adoring to her father. She bowed at my knees like this every night, nuzzling me. She rarely rebelled and she always took punishments well. My dominance adorned this new relationship like a perfect fit. I put my laptop to the side and without either of us asking or talking about it, we went to my bed together and cuddled with a movie on.
I didn’t move the relationship any farther from that. I took to fingering her at times and sometimes I would add fingers and watch her scream in pleasure on my bed. Sometimes I would hold her head and make out like we were two high schoolers. I loved every moment of it. I hadn’t put my cock in any of her holes or even had her stroke me. I let her watch me masturbate though. I stroked my cock while she watched and rubbed her clit for me to see.
“You’re so big,” she whispered, almost fearfully.
I took a shuddering breath, stroking myself. “Don’t worry, Muffin. I’ll fit inside your little cunt. It stretches and you’ll have a lot of practice adjusting to this cock.” She orgasmed to my crass speech, like she always did and I wasn’t far behind her.
That night, she curled up next to me and cuddled close to my chest. “Daddy, now that you have me, you don’t need your dates anymore right?”
I chuckled. “No, Muffin. I played daddy/daughter games because I was always thinking of you.”